Archive for July, 2014

July 31, 2014

Tomorrow was an echo, New Orleans

Ever come across something so cliche it becomes authentic? New Orleans has been boxed and bottled so many times that it’s impossible to present it in some way that wasn’t done yesterday. Then again, if place is no more than parts of so many days, maybe it’s OK. When the musicians sing on street corners in the French Quarter their talent overcomes the obviousness of the event.
Tomorrow was an echo, New Orleans
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July 29, 2014

Memory of a cloud

I enjoy massaging the good out of the mundane. There’s nothing more mundane than the middle section of a flight where the ground is too far away and the clouds less defined. Every now and again a couple of workable formations float past, and when they do I’m scrambling to find composition. Sometimes the beauty of clouds is that they actually don’t need structure; their layers make naturally contrasting light. The challenge is making it look the way you remember it.
Memory of a cloud
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July 28, 2014

It was a bright, cold day in July

“Watch me fall like dominoes in pretty patterns.”

-Thom Yorke
It was a bright, cold day in July
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July 24, 2014

The better ones are difficult to title

There are times when photographing the city where you get all these passers-by wondering what you’re possibly doing. They walk by and look back, trying to see what you’re seeing. It makes me feel somewhat like a crazy person, standing there in the flow of things to catch a moment. This, in particular, was very evident to me the other day when watching a man and his wife ob around on a street with cameras, backpacks and gear in tow. Aimlessly, they floated from street sign to bird to plant as if racing to capture what was obviously available to the next anyone from anywhere who happened to be here. It was like watching CNN – or looking into a cracked mirror. I found myself wondering what in the world was motivating them, caught myself, and continued on.
The better ones are difficult to title
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July 23, 2014

Suitable for boxes

A long time ago when I was still in school, I thought for a few days about how it might be exhilarating to outfit myself in a suit and ride glass-encased elevators to marble-laden upper reaches of skyscrapers whilst holding down some kind of financial-minded iteration of “occupation.” I got over it like a 48-hour cold.
Suitable for boxes
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July 14, 2014

Warp train

People stuck in commute on a Sunday.
Warp train
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July 11, 2014

Behind the mill, Winterton

I got an amazing tour of this mill – from holding the corn in my hand before it was processed to handling it again when it came out as maize meal. Over in the building on the left, on the upper floor, there’s this machine that shakes the product. Presumably they’re getting something other than the corn out of the mix, but I can no longer remember. I do remember that the machine shakes so violently that it bounces around on its feet and shakes the whole room.

Still vibrating from the experience, I do remember standing here appreciating the rock-hard concrete under my feet. The stationary truck sat so grounded – like it might never move – after the rattle of the rubbery room.
Behind the mill, Winterton
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